Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahamas and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
Hoover,
The Martian,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band,
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
One Last Wish,
Ice-T,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skriet,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
the Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Interpol,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
Scratch Acid,
Ornette Coleman,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
Popol Vuh,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
The Beau Brummels,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
MDC,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
Absolute Body Control,
Funkadelic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.